picture prompt meme.

[chatona]

the picture prompt meme

I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.

Link to an image: <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a>

Embed an image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL>

You can control width and height of your pictures: <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

Comments

[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock's not ready to sit and would rather pace around the room for a while to milk some of the adrenaline still in his system, but he can't now that Joan's pointed out they need to stay low and Sherlock had so haughtily agreed. He sits down about a metre away from Joan and tilts his head back.]

How long until open?

[formersurgeon]

Eight a.m., so...

[She checks her watch, then drops her head back against the wall, too.]

Seven hours.

[consulting_freak]

Seven hours.

[Sherlock sighs and feels just slightly grateful that this is a boss's office so it comes with it's own restroom in case they need to use it or get a bit of water.]

You may as well sleep.

[formersurgeon]

[She'd protest, except she knows full well that Sherlock hardly sleeps. So she sighs, closes her eyes, and leans her head back against the wall. She's going to feel this in the morning.]

[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock brings one of his legs up to his chest and he listens to their surroundings and watches the window. It's slightly darker inside than outside, so he has the slight advantage in perceiving any hostile forces.]

[formersurgeon]

[The people looking for them have access to the camera feeds, so they know Joan and Sherlock haven't left the floor. It takes twenty minutes, but they finally enter the ad agency. The sound of voices rouses Joan, and she draws back from the door, toward Sherlock. ]

[consulting_freak]

[Sherlock is already starting to crawl toward Joan to wake her when she stirs and comes to him instead. Since they're in close proximity now, he hovers next to her ear to whisper.]

I've sent a text to Gregson. He knows where we are. As long as we hold off until we hear the sirens, we should theoretically be safe. If you hear them open the ventilation shaft, we break the window early.

[Some of those diseases are airborne.]

[formersurgeon]

[She's about to ask if they would risk contaminating themselves when someone tests the doorknob, and her breath catches in her throat. The door is locked, she reminds herself. Please let it be enough.]